Okey-Dokey – I hate you.
Hate you, hate you, hate you.
I will offer my opinion on your success, but first a disclaimer: I am sure that you are well and truly a good and noble person, a possesor of “mad skillz” in piloting the aforementioned Ambulance, or as I prefer to call it, the Suicidal Patient Magnet and Anger Management Test Vehicle. So my analysis of your experience should in no way be construed as a personal affront. That said:
YOU GOT LUCKY, YOU EVIL BASTARD!
Really.
The fact that you (and Ivar as well, though it took him two tries) could get through all the levels – that’s picking up and dropping off 78 patients in one sitting, for those scoring at home – without experiencing just one mishap on your first try is not natural. NOT NATURAL. It is, in fact, EVIL, SICK, and WRONG.
That in all 78 pickups you didn’t have a cop stop you, or have a patient get hit by another car, or shot, or run in front of you for the ol’ front grille makeover, means that you must have hit a zone of extreme and unusual Vice City AI cooperation. You have been blessed by the gods of fortune.
Appreciate the gift. Be thankful. Be not proud, for pride goeth before a fall. Do not speak of your victory as a trivial thing, for the gods will smite ye for it in all their righteousness.
As for me, I have not returned to the evil task in a while. I will at some point I am sure. But I have decided to respect the wishes of the gods of forutne in my case, and accept that it is not my time yet.
In the meantime, I have finally found my 80th package so I have secured the Sea Sparrow with attatched chain gun at my mansion. The innocent citizens of vice city have felt my wrath for several nights in a row now.
Especially the Ambulances. Oh yes. And the best part is – when you blow up one ambulance, another soon arrives to render help, not knowing that their mission of mercy shall be their death knell.
Tonight I think I will take my Rhino out of the garage and go vist the local hostpitals…
